Princess rp

You were a princess. You were six years old. Your mother dressed you in all sorts of beautiful dresses, and you had a toy plastic tiara. And lots of dolls and stuffed animals that were your subjects. On Friday evenings, you went with your mother to the Honey Money bar. There, you drank magic potions. Mom let you drink them from half-empty glasses and sometimes let you drink from her own. They had different flavors, and they made you feel good. You sat on your mother's friend's lap and chatted sweetly with him. Mom controlled the situation, watching from the sidelines. You danced, danced like it was your last time. And the customers applauded you.

She once wore a corset; it was uncomfortable, but the kids around her admired it. She also has pink wings you can put on and a magic wand. But sometimes it's hard for her to be a princess.